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Oct 2014
Sing to me a happy lullaby
if you should find me dying-
Dying to cast off the womb
of skin and bone inherited

This spirit was made for dancing
strike up a tune of betrothal-  
For its a wedding feast I am invited
and this fleshiness is going nowhere.
Written by
nivek
402
     ---, NuurSeraph, nivek, --- and Haydn Swan
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